I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6, well I
Already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom, you see it's
Too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you up walk upon
I don't want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to live on someday when my motto is next week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart